Resurrecting the classics: "Something as it Really Is" by Mel Lyman

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I am going to burn down the world
I am going to tear down everything
that cannot stand alone
I am going to shove hope up your ass
I am going to turn ideals to shit

I am going to reduce everything
that stands to rubble
and then I am going to burn the rubble
and then I am going to scatter the ashes
and then maybe someone will be able
to see something as it really is
Watch Out

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1. A kick before dying.

[bridgit]

2. kick for truth & beauty...

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3. Hey, there ya go!

[bridgit]

4. we were up in 'the gold country' today, listening to hubby's eternal...

cajun & country CD, not; well a little John Anderson = Seminole Wind, Money In The Bank, Tequila Night; Sammy Kershaw, Marty Stewart, Doc Watson, etc...but then it's the cajun music & meter, fiddles, zydeco, tingy little bells & "IIii-AAaaEeee" to the horizon...

but we pulled into a little town off Hwy 49, and in the parking lot there were two guys, one kneeling down, and one sitting on the back of a truck tail gate = both playing banjos.

burn the world down? i say the sooner the better. but you better my inclination regarding the matter

Ever since the days of old,
Men would search for wealth untold.
They'd dig for silver and for gold,
And leave the empty holes.
And way down south in the Everglades,
Where the black water rolls and the saw grass sways.
The eagles fly and the otters play,
In the land of the Seminole.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend,
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

Progress came and took its toll,
And in the name of flood control,
They made their plans and they drained the land,
Now the glades are going dry.
And the last time I walked in the swamp,
I sat upon a Cypress stump,
I listened close and I heard the ghost,
Of Osceola cry.

So blow, blow Seminole wind,
Blow like you're never gonna blow again.
I'm calling to you like a long lost friend
But I know who you are.
And blow, blow from the Okeechobee,
All the way up to Micanopy.
Blow across the home of the Seminole,
The alligators and the gar.

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It's Friday night, baby, get ready, set, go...
Gonna take you to the Krystal and a picture show.
Well, the sky's the limit, there's no price too high.
Baby, you're the apple of my eye.

Got my paycheck in my pocket and some gas in the tank:
Honey, your love's better than money in the bank.

I wish I had a bass boat and a Z-28.
But I guess that stuff'll have to wait.
'Cause I'm saving on a washer and a wedding ring,
I want this love to be a lasting thing.
Right at the top, that's where you rank:
Honey, your love's better than money in the bank.

Oh, oh, you make me feel like a million bucks.
Oh, oh, I oughta drive you around in an armored truck.

Late last night, I had a crazy dream.
I met a man who invented a money machine.
He said: "I know things are tight and times are tough,"
But he'd give me the machine if I'd give you up.
I just looked him in the eye and I said: "No thanks."

Honey, your love's better than money in the bank.
Honey, your love's better than money in the bank.